Reflections
A/N: This is my take on the ending credits; this just came to me around 2 in the morning so I feel a little wack right now. It's been a while since I last written anything, and it's short. But, hey, it's about the quality not the quantity rite? So yea, read and review please.
Disclaimer: Don't own Samurai Champloo.
Her eyes were cast against the sea, watching intently at the setting sun before her. Maroon eyes lost in memories of the past, locked deep within the crevices of her mind. Standing on the shore, cresting waves moved towards her dispersing as they hit her scrawny limbs. With each passing breeze flashes of a towering figure striding down a path in a field of blooming giants; leaving a bewildered and fragile young girl behind.
Another image formed, one of a woman in green with soft features. In her hands were auburn locks twirling and setting them neatly upon her child's head. Round eyes were fixated on her through the reflection, observing her every movement with curiosity burning within the depths. These same eyes would continue to wonder why her mother's smile seemed to hold a false happiness; masking the hidden anguish that would forever ache within her breast. It would be until her mother's very last breathes would she know the truth. At that moment she vowed to find the cause of her mother's grief.
Time had past and the seasons seemed to have left behind that distant memory, just as the figure did so long ago. It would be a while before fate decided to intertwine three unsuspecting souls. One with a cool demeanor, eyes pointed on an invisible goal. Another, who held life by the edges, following a path with no purpose. And then there was her, the one that would bind their destinies with a life debt. Which the ronin and the wondering vagrant would repay over and over again on their journey as they searched for the one that caused her mothers everlasting agony.
But for now, she would stand there on the shores, letting the wind breathe on the back of her neck and her hair wisp along with it. Looking down at her own reflection in the rippling mirror below her, with the thoughts of when that journey would begin.